The poem about willow in the Book of Songs 1. The Sentences about Willow in The Book of Songs
I passed away yesterday, and the willows are reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
Recall that when I went out, Yangliuyiyi blew with the wind; Now on the way back, the snow is flying all over the sky.
Yesterday: Point out the time.
Yiyi: A lush appearance. Say, attachment to appearance.
Thinking: suffix particles.
Feifei: The snow looks great.
The old me is gone, and now I'm thinking about rain and snow.
This is a famous sentence in the Book of Songs, which, like a painting, expresses the feelings of a traveler who is away from home to the fullest.
It was spring when I went out, and the willows were dancing. When I came back, it was already rainy and snowy in winter. At this time of year, everything he has experienced is self-evident.
2. Willow Poems
Jing Tian Sha Chun Wu Ming
The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.
Willow swings the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.
Shanxi village tourism
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
From now on, if you take the moon leisurely, the staff will knock on the door all night.
I occasionally become Hao Cheng in spring.
The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the flowers follow the willows across thousands of rivers.
When people don't know leisure, they will be called learning from teenagers.
The second ambassador of Paiyuan, Anxi Wangwei.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Juyuan Yang in early spring is in the east of the city.
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
The drizzle and rain in early spring
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Cold food hanling
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
The south of the monk in a quatrain
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
3. Write a poem about "Liu" in China's ancient poems.
1, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is east wind and willows.
(easy. Cold food) 2. There is no way to recover from the heavy mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Song. Lu you "Tour Shanxi Village") 3. I want apricot flowers to get wet in the rain and my face is not cold.
(Song Zhinan. "quatrains") 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. (Wei. "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi") 5. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
(Don Du Fu. "quatrains") 6. Why does Qiangdi blame Yangliu? Spring breeze is not enough. (Tang Zhihuan. Liangzhou Ci) 7. Jiang Shuiping, Yangliuqing, listen to the song on the Langjiang River.
Yuxi, Liu Tang. "Zhi Zhu Ci") 8. Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. (Song Lu Tour, Hairpin Phoenix) 9. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the willow.
(Yu. "In early spring, I was a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs (I)") 10. In this nocturne, everyone can't help but feel homesick. (Tang Libai. "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") Six songs (1) Li Bai's five In the snow in Tianshan Mountain, no flowers but cold.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country. Looking at Wang Weifeng's bow, the general hunted Weicheng.
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.
The land of revival is thousands of miles flat. Bian Yingqin, a brocade machine, stopped to cry and remember people.
Simon is still bleak in March, even if there are willows, it will not feel spring. After the Xiangyang building, the trees downstairs are shaded and the lotus leaves are as flat as money.
Brush a thousand flowers, and warblers sound two or three times every building. Sometimes you watch clouds by the water, and you believe in horses in front of the building every day.
Sooner or later, I will teach RoyceWong temporarily, but I will stay in Huaming. Ingso Liu Kezhuang threw a willow tree, which moved Joe to be too sentimental and made fun of the sound when the machine was handed over.
Luoyang flowers in March, such as brocade, how long does it take to weave? Silkworm women began to feel that thick silkworms were afraid of thin leaves when they sang the fourth watch in Zigui, Xie Fangde.
Don't believe Liu Yue, the jade man has not returned from singing and dancing. Feng and Du Xianggong sent envoys to Yichang, and Xianggong came to the Imperial Capital to bid farewell to the Imperial Capital, holding people holding festivals and broadcasting them far and wide.
Go to Jiange to follow the horse and cross Bajiang to wash the soldiers at night. Wanshan flowers greet the cover, and Wan Chuan willows brush away the ripples.
When you arrive in Shucheng temporarily, you should know that the Lord is waiting for balance. Xu Hun, the east building of Xianyang City, worries about Wan Li, and willows are like Tingzhou.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always. Huai Shang said goodbye to his friend: Yang, the head of the Yangtze River Zheng Gu, was worried about killing the people crossing the river.
The breeze blows gently, the flute whimpers, and the pavilion dyes dusk. You want to go south to Xiaoxiang, and I want to run to the west Qinling. Farewell to Zhu bian, spring is rare, and people still love Chu clothes in March.
Knot is a fragment of the melancholy cloud, calling for a dream of returning home. The flowers at the foot of Momo Mountain are first seen, but the weak willow catkins are not flying.
Send wine to spring, if nothing else, and return to China when you arrive. In the early spring in the east of the city, Juyuan Yang poets have a clear view of the Spring Festival, with green willows and yellow half-jagged.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out. In the early summer, Sima Guang was sunny in April, and it rained at the beginning, and Nanshan became a clear household.
There is no catkin because of the wind, but the sunflower is sunny. In the early summer, Yang Wanli's plums shed acid and splashed their teeth, and the banana was divided into green screens.
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. Spring is a sunny day in Hao Cheng, with flowers and willows beside it.
At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal. It means that Yan Shu's oil-filled car is gone, and there is no trace of Xia Yun as the west east.
Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind. After a few days of loneliness and injury, there is a ban on smoking.
Fish books are posted, and water is far away and mountains are long. Fan Chengda, the first time back to Shihu, the fog is red, and the west bank of Hengtang crosses the east of the city.
Pedestrians smell of rice flowers and stay in the leaves of herons. Believe in your own feet, you can know the old road, and you can recognize your neighbors when you are shocked.
At that time, I planted a willow bridge and countless flowers swept away. In spring, birds sing in Zheng Sixiao, and tourists outside the city walk by the water.
From a distance, where does the solitary sail go, and the smoke in Liutang is unclear. Huanxisha Feng Yansi, spring arrives at Qingmen, willow yellow, and red apricots appear on the low wall.
Yingchuang people get up without clothes. Embroidered curtains have already said goodbye to dreams, and jade stoves are empty and lonely.
How long is the red sun in the boudoir? Liu Yong in Yulin Ridge is heartbroken, and Changting is too late.
At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
There are many kinds of customs, who can say! Yong Yule Li Qingzhao Details Sunset Melts Gold, Twilight Merges, Where Are People? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring? Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and greet BMW and thank his drinking buddies and poems. In the heyday of Zhongzhou, there were many defects in boudoir, so remember to focus on three or five.
Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now haggard, clouds and snow, afraid to go out at night.
It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
4. Ancient poems about "Liu"
Selected Reading of Wei's The Book of Songs
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
[Note] The Book of Songs, Xiaoya and Cai Wei, describes the feelings of soldiers who went to defend their country and missed their loved ones and hometown. This is the earliest poem in China's ancient poetry with willow as its image. The general idea is: when fighting, willows fall; Now that we are back, it is raining and snowing all over the sky.
Liu Yong [Song] Ceng Gong
Chaos is not yet yellow, leaning against the east wind.
I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.
[Note] This poem, entitled "Chanting Willow", actually refers to something. Through the description of willow "leaning on the east wind to make it crazy" and "flying flowers cover the sun and the moon", the madness of those little people when they succeed is written; And warned them that "there is frost in heaven and earth" will not come to a good end, nor will it escape the fate of extinction.
Dream of Red Mansions
Is it embroidered velvet and residual vomit, rolling up a half-curtain of fragrant fog, and hand-picking it, which makes cuckoo crow and envy?
Live, live! Don't let spring go.
This word was written by Shi Xiangyun, a character in A Dream of Red Mansions written by Cao Xueqin. It is very interesting to read.
Partridges sing willows.
have nothing to do
After the rain, it will clear up, may will clear up, and it will clear up for a while.
The smoke in the cage is delicate and charming, and occasionally butterflies dance.
The waist is thin and the eyebrows are happy. Hand in hand and rub shoulders.
People used to complain about their feelings, but today I turned it into a fascinating article.
[Note] This is the word "Liu Yong" written by a netizen, which has the legacy of the ancients and is more innovative in the times.
An ancient poem with willows: flowers are flying all over the sky in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique.
There is no way to go after heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village [land patrol]
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Willows don't hide the spring scenery, but an apricot goes out of the wall. Lu You is going to work soon.
Willow with the east wind has always been oblique, chun yin covered others. Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten five flowers everywhere. Wanjing Loutai is suspected of embroidered paintings, and Jiuyuan pearls are like smoke. Who asked that every year today, I lie alone in Chang 'an and cry at the age of China?